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TV pitchman, Billy Mays, who sold everything but slaves, was found dead this morning by his wife in his Tampa Bay home. He was 50. St. Petersburg Times reports:
Mays, 50, was pronounced dead at 7:45 a.m. in his gated neighborhood near the Westshore Yacht Club, said Tampa police spokeswoman Laura McElroy. He told his family he wasn’t feeling well Saturday and went to sleep early at 10 p.m., McElroy said. His wife, Deborah Mays, found him unresponsive this morning. “This is a very tragic case. Billy Mays was in the prime of his life, the prime of his career,” McElroy said. “As you can imagine the family is devastated.” Mays is survived by his wife, a three-year-old daughter and a stepson in his 20s, McElroy said. The Medical Examiner’s Office will complete Mays’ autopsy by tomorrow afternoon. “Although Billy lived a public life, we don’t anticipate making any public statements over the next couple of days,” Deborah Mays said in a statement today. “Our family asks that you respect our privacy during these difficult times.”
I’m not sure how IDLYITW turned into an obituary column, but I guess I have nothing against Billy Mays. I never heard of him beating women or fondling kids or having a private island where he hunted homeless people for sport. He just genuinely seemed like he loved selling shit. That works out in his favor, because I have no control when it comes to buying shit. If I saw a commercial for bear trap seat covers, I’d have to at least buy one in every color.